It is a forgotten pleasure, the pleasure
of the unexpected blue-bellied lizard
skittering off his sun spot rock, the flicker
of an unknown bird by the bus stop.
A day of Silence
Can be a pilgrimage in itself.
A day of Silence
Can help you listen
To the Soul play
its marvelous lute and drum.
Is not most talking
A crazed defense of a crumbling fort?
I thought we came here
To surrender in Silence,
To yield to Light and Happiness,
To Dance within
In celebration of Love's Victory!
What good is a book of poems if you are
reading it while riding
in the back of a wagon that is heading toward
the edge of a cliff?
A greater awareness is what our relationship
is supposed to be about.
I was hoping something I might have said by
now could have made you stop, get your bearings,
and start traveling in a direction that will yield
lots of fruit. May be you are? That would be nice.
A Year with Hafiz- Daily Contemplations - Daniel Landinsky
